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Steel Wheels
03:30
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Steel Wheels
I hear that whistle blowin’, it’s lonely, long and free
I hear it callin’, sayin’ come and go with me
I don’t want to go but the feeling is too strong
It’s sayin’ it’s time to leave, time to move along
So, I keep on runnin’ down the tracks
Movin’ ahead and never lookin’ back
She was beautiful and small, her eyes the color of the sea
She saw something good, when she looked at me
But those steel wheels they turn and take me down the line
Take me to a place where she’ll never cross my mind
So, I keep runnin’ down the tracks
Movin’ ahead and never lookin’ back
Sometimes I’ll sit and wonder about the choices that I’ve made
Promises I’ve broken, the prices that I’ve paid
But those steel wheels they turn and take me down the line
Take me to a place that won’t cloud my mind
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2. |
That's It!
02:36
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That’s It!
I got home early from work last night and there was a strange car in the drive
I peeked in the window and what I saw gave me the hives
It looked like you and some Romeo fella all sprawled out on the floor
And it seemed to me from that dark light he was headed for the back door
That’s it, that’s the end, I don’t ever want to see you again
Your two timing, hip shaking, gin drinking, fast talking ways, they’re going to end
Well she heard my cries of anger and turned the porch light on
She said, calm down honey he’s just a salesman
I turned beet red and I gave her a hug as she ushered me down the stairs
But out of the corner of my eye I noticed, he was just wearing underwear
Chorus
Well she grabbed on to my pant leg and was raving about her ring
All sobs and tears she cried, who’d pay for the washing machine
Well baby you made a promise, to honor and to trust
Now this taste in my mouth is like one of your salty pie crusts.
Chorus
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3. |
Bargain With The Devil
02:50
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4. |
I Don't Want To Get Up
02:41
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Don’t Want to Get Up
The alarm clock is ringin’ I don’t want to get up
The neighbors are a screamin’ I don’t want to get up
The toast it’s a burnin’, the bacon needs a turnin’
I don’t want to get up, I want to lay around with you
The fence needs a mendin’ I don’t want to get up
The yard needs a tendin’ I don’t want to get up
The stairs they’re a squeakin’, the roof it’s a leakin’
I don’t want to get up I want to lay around with you
I want to lay around with you and pull the shades down low
That sun’s peakin’ through and we got no place to go
When the day is over and the night’s at an end
We’ll get up in the mornin’ and do it over again
The sink it’s a drippin’ I don’t want to get up
The record it’s a skippin’ I don’t want to get up
It’ll take a minor miracle to get me verticle
I don’t want to get up I want to lay around with you
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5. |
The Last Time
02:47
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6. |
Get Your Ducks In A Row
03:11
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Get Your Ducks in a Row
That non stop complainin’ it’s getting’ might old
You better get your ducks in a row
Your sinnin’ days they’re numbered to church you ought to go
You better get your ducks in a row
Your ducks in a row, your ducks in a row
You need to count the blessing’s the lord has bestowed
Now look to the light, the way he will show
You better get your ducks in a row
I’m not all that smart but there’s one thing I know
You better get your ducks in a row
A house that’s built on sand with the tide it’ll flow
You better get your ducks in a row
Just keep holdin’ Satan’s hand and he’ll pull you below
You better get your ducks in a row
Wnen judgement day arrives and your story’s been told
Then it’ll be too late to get your ducks in a row
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7. |
A Love Like That
02:55
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8. |
Born Again, Again
03:20
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Born Again, Again
That reverend he’s a preachin’, and he’s lookin’ right at me
Sayin’ listen to the good book, it’ll set you free
I’m sweatin’ and a thinkin’ about how my week’ll end
Come Saturday night I’ll be livin’ it up, but on Sunday, I’m born again, again
My wife’s she’s a pacin’ as she meets me at the door
“Boy you’re no good, you’re rotten to the core”
Things’ll change I tell her, that devil’s not my friend
Come Saturday night I’ll be livin’ it up, but on Sunday, I’m born again, again
I’m born again, again I shout with a big old grin
Get behind me Satan, it’s time to sink or swim
Well I hear the sound of a jukebox, comin’ through the wind
It’s Saturday night and I’m livin’ it up, but on Sunday, I’m born again, again
That collection plate’s a comin’ and I’m wondering about my share
Is he talkin’ about me and the power of prayer
That holy ghost is callin’ sayin’ leave that life of sin
Come Saturday night I’m livin’ it up, but on Sunday, I’m born again, again
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9. |
Don't Slow Down
02:42
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Don’t Slow Down
Don’t slow down, keep those wheels a turnin’
Don’t slow down, keep that fire a burnin’
Make that whistle scream, no longer will I roam
Don’t slow down, daddy’s comin’ home
I thought I’d strike it rich, I knew I’d hit it big
I could deal a card, I could wild cat a rig
But ramblin’s done grown hard, another day another town
My stakes have all been pulled, gonna stop this runnin ‘round
Then one day it hit me, I knew where I belonged
I found what I was missin’ was there all along
The farther that I travelled couldn’t fill this empty space
Just what I was needin’ was your sweet face
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10. |
Blonde Haired Women
02:50
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11. |
I Gotta Get Gone
02:36
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I Gotta Get Gone
I gotta keep movin’ from town to town
I can’t sit still or settle down
That open road pullin’ me along
I gotta get movin’, I gotta get gone
So many sights, I want to see
So many places I long to be
Just over that hill the sun will dawn
I gotta get movin’, I gotta get gone
I gotta get gone, away from here
I know you love me, now dry those tears
The love we shared, like a beautiful song
But I gotta get movin’, I gotta get gone
The wind’s a blowin’, it’s callin’ me
Don’t tie me down, set me free
My pack is full, need to travelin’ on
I gotta get movin’, I gotta get gone
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12. |
Turned Up Gone Again
02:32
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Turned Up Gone, Again
I remember when I was a lad, I had a reputation for being bad
I’d throw a fit, then be made to sit in the corner till I wasn’t so mad
Then dad would come home to lower the boom, and he’d be left standing alone in my room
Then out go the lights, a rush of the wind, I’d turned up, gone again
Graduation neared and I was almost a man, I got a letter from my uncle Sam
It said I was needed, so I proceeded to report for a physical exam
But the sergeant screamed, he’s got flat feet, that’s when I knew I needed to beat my retreat
Then out go the lights, a rush of the wind, I’d turned up, gone again
Turned up gone again, whenever there’s trouble. I’m on the double
Turned up gone again, I can’t be found when trouble comes around
I think back to my wedding day, everything was perfect the bride on display
Then her family walked in with those toothless grins, said with you is where we will stay
The preacher yelled “say I do”, but I knew it was something I couldn’t go through
Then out go the lights, a rush of the wind, I’d turned up, gone again
Chorus
My wife grew tired of all my catting around, “Said, it’s time for me to settle down”
She said maybe, we are going to have a baby, I stood there dumbfound
Now just like me, he’s a real stinkaroo, when I tell him “this’ll hurt me, more than you”
Then out go the lights, a rush of the wind, I’d turned up gone again
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13. |
Blues, My Friend
03:13
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Blues, My Friend
Listen to the rain, Its coming down
I think back to when you were around
Those feelings, they come again
Blues, you’re my friend
I see a smile, on another’s face
And it takes me back to a familiar place
Those memories, they come again
Blues, you’re my friend
You’re my friend you never let me down
And when I need you, you come around
You’ll be there through thick and thin
Blues, you’re my friend
Broken bottles, empty glass
The sun’s come up another night has passed
Those heartaches, they come again
Now blues, you’re my friend
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14. |
Every Once In A While
02:48
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15. |
The Roundups Theme
00:36
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